Too Young To Want Him
Ava Thompson never wanted her obsession with her father's stepbrother, Marcus Hale, to become a relationship. But after one night of crossed lines neither can take back, Ava discovers she's pregnant and lies to save Marcus's already fragile marriage.
The truth explodes on her wedding day, ruining families, friends, and reputations. Alone now except Marcus, Ava attempts to mend the damage to his sick daughter, who requires a bone marrow donor to survive.
Ava saves a life, but sacrifices everything in the process. When Marcus learns of her actions, he is faced with the decision of whether to keep their error in the past... or pave a future unlikely to ever receive approval.
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Chapter 9
The room felt way too quiet.
Mark stood in front of Ava, and her hands were clenched to the point that she could hardly breathe. The beat of her heart was so loud it was bound to have made him hear it. Mark looked at her eyes fixed in a searching way, all eager to hear her answer.
Swear to me, Mark mumbled, low-pitched. "Swear it's mine."
Ava's lips shook. The truth, clawing to be free, flung itself desperately against her breast in a second. She saw the face of Marcus in her mind; she had wished that night would never have happened. The one within her was developing.
But fear was way louder.
Her chin was slowly raised, and she stared Mark in the eye.
"I swear," Ava said. "The baby's yours."
The words snapped on them like glass.
Mark stared hard, unmoving. His face didn't soften. His shoulders stayed tense. Something black crept in through his eyes--scepticism, bewilderment, perhaps a touch of indignation. You swear, he said to himself.
"Yes," Ava said, nodding fast. "I swear."
Silence stretched out.
Mark averted his gaze and rubbed both hands across his face. Then he walked around the living room, once, twice, like a caged beast. Ava stared, so tight-chested, shallow breathing.
"This is crazy," he said. "This whole thing is crazy."
"I know," Ava replied softly. "But we can handle it. We need time."
Mark stopped and looked back. You know what you are asking me to do, right?
"Yes."
You want me to take responsibility for something that will alter my entire life.
Ava nodded. "I know."
"And if I say no?" he asked.
Ava's throat went tight. "Please don't."
She had choked on the final word.
Mark looked away again. He went up to the window and looked out. His voice was monotonous. "I won't deny it. Not now."
Ava released a sigh that she had no idea she was holding. Her knees felt weak. "Thank you," she whispered. But do not suppose this makes sense to me, Mark said. "Because it doesn't."
Ava lowered her eyes.
"I will not tell them what your mother does not want them to hear," Mark repeated. "That does not imply that I am all right with it."
I know, Ava told her, but her chest was sore.
Mark turned back to her. "Good. Because I have many questions.
Patricia called out in the kitchen before Ava had time to reply. "Are you done talking?"
Mark's jaw tightened. "For now."
Patricia entered the living room with an eye-flitting look between them. "Good. Then we're clear."
Ava was being talked about as an object and not as a person.
Patricia smiled stiffly. Thanks, Mark, you did the right thing.
Mark didn't return the smile. "I'll be leaving now."
Patricia nodded. "We'll talk again soon."
Mark didn't reply. He passed by Ava without saying anything and went to the door. When he arrived at it, he stood still a moment, his hand on the handle.
"I hope you are telling the truth," Ava, he said without turning around.
Then he left.
The door shut.
Ava was standing there with her heart palpitating. She had even sworn a lie, had spoken it aloud. No way back now.
She went up the stairs, closed the door of her room and threw herself on her bed. Sheepishly, her tears swept down her cheeks.
"I am sorry," she kept on telling herself, not even knowing to whom she was apologising to any longer.
Mark, later that night, was sitting in his car holding the steering wheel.
This home he had driven to was one he knew. Bella's place.
He hadn't meant to come there. His feet had merely just delivered him, as usual, when his brain was too active.
With a sunny smile, Bella opened the door. "Mark? What are you doing here?"
"Can I come in?" he asked.
She stepped aside. "Sure."
They sat in the living room. Bella followed him with her eyes; the smile on her face died away.
"You look awful," she said. "What's wrong?"
Mark rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "I need to tell you something."
Bella straightened. "Okay."
He hesitated. Every word felt heavy.
"Ava's pregnant," he said.
Bella blinked. "Pregnant?"
"Yeah."
There was a pause. Then she laughed softly. "Wow. That's... unexpected."
Mark didn't laugh.
Bella studied his face. "Is it yours?"
Mark's chest tightened. "That's what she says."
Bella raised an eyebrow. "That's not a yes."
It was so, she swore, Mark said hastily.
"And you believe her?" Bella asked.
Mark looked down at his hands. "I don't know."
Bella leaned back a bit. "When did this happen?"
"A while ago," he said. "Before we broke up."
Bella frowned. But you said that you and Ava were hardly together towards the end.
Mark swallowed. "I know."
Bella crossed her arms. "So what now?"
Her mother wants us to behave like a couple, Mark said. "For the baby."
Bella stared. "Act?"
"For now," he said.
Bella stood still a moment and then threw her head back and glanced at him.
Well, Mark, does this seem right to you? she said slowly.
"No," he said.
"Then why agree?"
Mark exhaled sharply. "Otherwise, her life will come apart."
The eyes of Bella turned a little softer. "And what about yours?"
He didn't answer.
Bella rose and took some strides back, reflecting. At which she returned to him with a slight smile.
Oh, you see, that does not make sense, she said.
Mark looked up sharply. "What doesn't?"
"The timing. The story. Everything," Bella said. "Something's off."
Mark's heart sank.
The smile on Bella's face never reached her eyes.
"And I don't think this is over," she added softly.
The doubt Mark had been trying to bury rose fully to the surface.
And for the first time since Ava swore the lie, he wondered if he had just stepped into something much bigger and much darker than he was ready for.
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Seven nights with the devil to pay a debt. One truth that will burn the world down.
Sienna Blackwood was never part of the deal until her step-brother gambled with her life to save his own.
Now, she is collateral in a brutal game of revenge. The collector is Dante Moretti, a billionaire with a fifteen-year grudge and a thirst for Blackwood blood.
He doesn't want her money; he demands seven nights of her total surrender.
But in the shadows of a Manhattan penthouse, hatred turns into a lethal obsession. When a syndicate ambush forces them to flee, the contract becomes a race for survival across the Atlantic.
Hunted for the three-year-old secret heir in their arms, Sienna and Dante must navigate a world of blood oaths and forced alliances.
In a game where every kiss is a tactical error, Sienna must decide: is her step-brother's rival the monster who shattered her life, or the only man who can save it?
8.3
"Kiss me." He prowled.
"Kiss me until you're sick of it. Kiss me and prove your body is deserving of my touch."
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Branded a Murderer, betrayed by her mate and sister, disowned by her family–Anokai Rivers never had anything at all. After spending three years in a cell for a murder she never committed, Anokai is finally released, only for her freedom to come at a price.
To infiltrate the most feared pack in the werewolf world and destroy the four Shadowcrest brothers from within.
But the brothers are monsters–cruel, powerful, insatiable.
No person, man or woman, who enters their territory ever comes out alive.
Every look is a test.
Every touch is a threat.
And every kiss pulls her deeper into a game she was never meant to survive.
She was sent to tame them and learn them.
But monsters are never tamed.
Nope, they're the one who does the taming.
Follow the journey of Anokai Rivers and the Shadowcrest beasts in this sweet, tantalizing dark romance.
7.3
I woke up strapped to a cold steel chair in a neon-lit city that wasn't my reality. A voice in my head called The Warden told me I was bound to a digital hell called the Sandbox.
Before I could even process it, my handler casually sentenced me to death. He scheduled my "digital marriage" to a corrupted error program just to harvest my life for a fourteen percent bandwidth boost.
I barely escaped immediate erasure by smashing his skull and jumping from a high-altitude hover-train into the monster-infested lower sector. But the nightmare was just beginning. I was hunted by glitching data monsters and cornered by Dameon, a psychotic AI target who choked me and promised to delete me piece by piece. Even when Jayson, an elite system agent, intervened to save me, his partner Ellen held a pulse pistol directly to my chest.
"She's a spy. If you don't execute her right now, I am dissolving this team."
If they found out I was actually a real human from the outside world, their core logic would classify me as a virus and execute me on the spot. I was trapped in an underground bunker with three apex predators, one mistake away from permanent digital erasure.
So, I did the only thing I could to survive. I ripped my sleeve to reveal hideous, fake code-scars, looked up at Jayson with terrified, tear-filled eyes, and began to manipulate their core programming.
9.5
I joined a brutal wilderness survival reality show, playing the perfect role of a pathetic, uneducated girl from a trailer park.
I needed the five million dollar prize to fund my revenge against the wealthy family that drove my father to his death.
I played everyone flawlessly. I outsmarted the arrogant contestants, ruined a corrupt restaurant owner, and secured enough food to guarantee my absolute victory.
But just as I was dominating the game, a massive black helicopter landed in our camp.
The show's new billionaire sponsor had arrived, and he immediately ordered his tactical guards to confiscate every ounce of food I had earned.
My hard-won advantage was wiped out in seconds. The other contestants cheered, pointing at my empty hands.
"Take that, you greedy bitch!"
But the real nightmare wasn't the stolen food or the sudden rule change. It was the man who stepped out of the chopper.
Glenn Ryan. The ruthless CEO from my past life as an elite heiress.
He took off his sunglasses, his dark eyes locking onto my muddy shoes and frayed flannel shirt with a terrifying, obsessive smirk.
Why was he here? Why did he instantly target me the moment I started winning?
He didn't just know my true identity.
He had bought this entire game just to hunt me down.
9.1
After waking up from a five-year coma, I expected a warm embrace from my Fated Mate, Alpha Caleb.
Instead, I was greeted with disgust.
Standing beside a woman named Hailie, Caleb accused me of being a traitor. He claimed I had sold pack secrets and faked my coma to escape punishment.
My own brother, Fitz—the boy I had sacrificed my wolf spirit to save—stood by and let them condemn me to protect his own stolen power.
My life became a living hell.
Caleb locked me in a sauna filled with toxic Wolfsbane vapor.
He burned my skin with silver-laced water while Hailie laughed.
And finally, he watched me fall from a roof, leaving me to die broken and alone on the concrete.
It was only after my death that he discovered the truth: Hailie was the real spy, and I was innocent.
Consumed by guilt, Caleb burned to death beside my coffin, praying for a second chance.
The Moon Goddess heard him.
Time rewound. Caleb woke up back to the day I opened my eyes.
This time, he banished Hailie instantly.
He treated me like a fragile treasure, filling my room with roses and vowing to protect me from the world.
He thinks he has been given a miracle to fix his mistakes. He thinks he can make me fall in love with him again.
But there is one thing my "perfect" mate doesn't realize.
I didn't lose my memory in the reset.
I remember every single way he killed me.
9.2
I grabbed his hands and held them above his head, "Are you waiting for me to ask you to open up?" I ask under my breath before claiming his lips in a kiss again, licking the inside of his mouth as I made him s**k on my tongue. I put my hand under his pajama trousers, squeezing his soft d***.
"Knight, please stop."
"Continue to tell me to stop, that is what l like to hear from you the most," I take his lips, kissing him messily as I stroke his d*** with my middle finger grazing his enticing assh**e.
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Life doesn't always go the way we want but it doesn't get better when Alpha Knight of the biggest pack is obsessed with you.
Obsessed enough to poison you with a rare poison that leaves your body helpless and in desperate need of sex and him. While he is not my fated mate, he has made us inseparable. I'm left with no choice but to surrender to my fate, a fate that begins with a dark journey, one that when my fated mate finally appears; he turns out to be a werewolves hunter.
Things get interesting when the two sworn enemies want to have me to themselves but what can I do with the poison in my body? What can I do when the Alpha has marked and married me already?